Porcelain.
I stretch it, paint it, fold it, going to the limits of its strength, fragility and transparency.
It often leaves me in desperation because of its fragility.
It leaves me breathless with the feeling of happiness to see its fragile intensity.
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Silvershotz Annual Folio journal by Clive Waring on Pozible
Silvershotz Annual Folio journal by Clive Waring on Pozible
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